From across the table, my eyes never leave his.
His lips sip from his mug and I yearn for them to be on me.
Inching closer, our feet mingle;
our hands touch again and there’s nothing that can break our stare.
Lips embrace, tongues mesh,
pure passion – straight up.
But the only thing we’re sharing is this diner’s booth,
and conversation over coffee.
I shake my head and ask him to repeat that last sentence
Reality sets in and I need a refill.